I started baby-sitting in sixth or seventh grade. When I was a junior I was a nanny for a family during the summer. Baby-sitting was something I loved and did often until one time I dropped a baby. She was at the age where they push against you and she pushed and squirmed right out of my arms and onto our glass coffee table. The crash was SO loud. The mom came running into the room, grabbed her baby and immediately started consoling her. Horrified, I watched for a moment and when there was nothing I could do I went to my room. I didn't hold that baby or any other baby until about 10 years later when my best friend had a baby. The incident was so traumatic. It's only been recently that I've allowed myself to be comfortable holding babies again. All that is to say that I haven't held a baby or changed a diaper in quite some time.
So, my friend dropped off her kids yesterday and we had four hours together. The first hour was good, but then there was a blowout. I've never dealt with a blowout before. The poop was not what I expected. I was trying to hold him down and hold up his legs with one hand while I tried to wipe it off of him with the other. While I was doing this he was reaching for anything and everything. When he grabbed hold of the diaper I quickly reached out to take it from him and instead of the diaper I got a hand full of the sticky green nastiness. Now it was on both our hands and still on his bottom and back. OH MY GOSH!
Later, the almost three year old was dancing a bit so I asked her if she needed to go potty. She didn't, but I insisted. She peed in the potty and I was way more proud of myself than I was of her. She still wears diapers so I laid her down and went to grab a diaper. I didn't see any for her. There was only one kind of diaper in the bag. I thought it odd, but decided they must wear the same diaper. I put a diaper on her and she went back to playing. A little while later she came walking up to me. The front of her shirt and entire front of her jeans were soaked. I froze. The diaper hadn't held. I stripped her down and put her in the bath. I got her washed and dried and then put her in one of my short night gowns and tied the straps together at the back to create a racerback. She loved it! She danced and twirled and did not want to take it off when her dad came with clothes.
There are multiple lessons in my story. I am going to point out two of them for you.
1. When someone drops your baby. You need to make sure that the baby is okay, but also make sure that person is okay.
2. When someone offers to watch your children. Find out when was the last time they changed a diaper and explain that the numbers on the front of the diapers mean something. I didn't realize there were 3's and 5's in the bag. Oops.
Now for why I'm really writing...
While watching these adorable children I played The Great Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. Ever since I've had "The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers" in my head and I wanted to share the fun with you.